The Soulmate Link | SaneGiyuu

Eleven - The Pull

Sanemi leaned back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear as he listened to Giyuu's calm, even voice on the other end. The conversation was nothing out of the ordinary—they were just catching up, as they'd been doing more frequently lately—but something about it felt different. More relaxed, maybe. Or maybe that was just because Giyuu had this way of making everything feel... easier.

Sanemi glanced up when he heard the door creak open, and Genya stuck his head into the room, eyes bright with mischief.

"Hey, Sanemi," Genya said, a grin spreading across his face. "I made pancakes. Want some?"

Before Sanemi could respond, Giyuu's voice came through the phone, loud and clear over the speaker. "I'd take some, if you're offering," he said, his tone just a touch lighter than usual.

Sanemi's eyes widened in surprise, and he scrambled to hit the mute button on his phone, nearly knocking it off the table in the process. "Genya, get out," he hissed, his face flushing slightly as he tried to shoo his younger brother away.

But Genya, ever the little shit, just smirked at Sanemi, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Sure thing, Sanemi," he said innocently, backing out of the room. "You two have fun."

Sanemi groaned as the door clicked shut, and he quickly unmuted the phone. "Sorry about that," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"No need to apologize," Giyuu replied, sounding almost amused. "I'm sure your brother was just being polite."

"Yeah, right," Sanemi scoffed, though he couldn't help the small grin tugging at his lips. Genya could be annoying, but at least he wasn't pushing too hard.

He tried to shift the focus back to their conversation, feeling a little more at ease. "So," Sanemi said, leaning back in his chair again, "what did you get up to on your night out? Anything interesting happen?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Sanemi could almost hear Giyuu debating whether to answer. Finally, Giyuu sighed softly. "Well, we had a bit of a run-in with the cops," he admitted, his tone matter-of-fact as if this sort of thing happened all the time.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little straighter. "You? Had a run-in with the cops?" he asked, more curious than surprised. It wasn't that he didn't think Giyuu was capable of getting into trouble, but it was hard to imagine him doing anything reckless enough to warrant police attention. "What did you do?"

Giyuu quickly clarified, "It wasn't me. It was Daki. She, uh, started twerking on the cop car. I was just... staying out of it."

Sanemi couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped him, shaking his head at the mental image. "Daki, huh? Should've guessed she'd be involved in something like that. I've known Gyutaro for years."

"You know," Giyuu began, a bit hesitant, "something else happened that night. This guy—Gyutaro—started flirting with me. And... I didn't really know how to respond, so I just... kept avoiding the conversation."

Sanemi let out a surprised snort, quickly imagining the scene in his mind. "You? Getting hit on? By a guy like Gyutaro?" He chuckled, picturing an awkward and shy Giyuu trying to dodge the advances. "Man, I can see you just standing there, all stiff and serious, trying to ignore him while he's probably laying it on thick."

Giyuu gave a resigned sigh on the other end of the line. "Yeah, it was... something like that. He's not exactly subtle."

Sanemi laughed again, the image growing more vivid in his mind. "Let me guess—he probably had you cornered, and you were just looking for any excuse to escape."